Violette Springs: Erotic Romance Author

Monday, July 15, 2013

After missing her rent payments, Catherine Clark risks losing her apartment and the only remaining family she has. However, mysterious real estate mogul, Matthew Cain, contacts her with an offer that sounds too good to be true. Intrigued by the handsome yet reclusive man’s charitable offer, she agrees to meet with the young billionaire. However, the young woman soon learns that the hot-tempered Mr. Cain isn’t satisfied with owning a vast property empire. He plans on owning her body as well.

Trading a lease for a leash, Catherine reluctantly enters a total power exchange with Mr. Cain. He will decide everything from her appearance to her schedule. As his newly collared slave, she soon learns of Mr. Cain’s dark side. Employing a host of sexual implements, he punishes her for the smallest of mistakes and perceived slights. The billionaire’s business acumen is only matched by his cruelty. His skill at his art brings Catherine to new extremes of emotion. She struggles to reconcile her growing attraction to her new Master and her begrudging enjoyment of her punishments.

The strong-willed woman stirs something deep with Matthew Cain’s heart. Furious at her defiance, he leashes her like a feral animal. Nonetheless, she catches a glimpse of the kindness buried deep within his heart. Abandoned and betrayed by the people he loved, the times have changed him for the worst. Can a woman’s love change him back?

EXPICIT: This 18,000 word story contains graphic BDSM imagery such as bondage, leashes, whipping, spanking, humiliation, and wax play. It may be too intense and vivid for some to handle!

EXCERPT:

“Your looks are immaterial to me,” he stated, folding his arms. “I need you to be emotionally capable of doing what I ask. Otherwise, I will be forced to cancel our arrangement.”

“Oh my God,” I cried out, covering my face. I think I needed a counter for how many times I said or thought that today. “You’re going to treat me like some whore.”

“I need you to be emotionally capable of working under me,” he said, casually dismissing my concerns. He steadied me by putting his hand on my shoulder. “Let’s have a test run. Please undress yourself.”

“I wasn’t asking,” he stated, grabbing my shoulder and sitting me down. The contact between our bodies was like an electric shock. No one had ever been so brazen and rough with me. The reaction brought out strange new emotions from deep within me. It was as though I was a color blind woman who saw the world in color for the first time. I looked at him as if to reason with him. The intensity in his eyes stopped my breath cold. Suddenly, I knew what this was all about. This wasn’t a mere sexual peccadillo for him. This was the new baseline he expected. He wanted power over me. He wanted ownership over my body and my mind. “Now undress.”Where to buy?Amazon KindleBarnes and Noble NookSmashwords

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Description:After a meteoric rise to fame, curvy Emily just wants to be alone with handsome director, Patrice Deschamps. However, the producers are reluctant to support their director’s choice for lead actress in their new movie. Now, an intense interview before a camera is all that stands in her way from pursuing her career and her newfound love.

When she doubts her chances of succeeding, the sexy director relieves her anxieties. Pressure and passions arise as the moment of truth arrives. The camera seems like a rifle aimed at the curvaceous beauty by the mysterious executive producer, Ms. Kant.

However, Emily’s self doubts threaten not only her chances but also her relationship with Patrice. Can she win back the director’s heart? Can she conquer her fears and face the camera?

EXPLICIT: This 6000 word story contains mature content that may be inappropriate for some people.

EXCERPT:

“Those guys aren't going to quit,” I whined. I sat down on the couch. “They even went around asking my high school classmates about me. They talked about my sex life and if I acted like a bitch. I feel like a criminal they’re trying to profile. Like it’s a crime for a girl like me to get the part. At least they’ll never think we have a relationship.”

“Forget about them,” he said, joining me on the couch. He leaned his face close to mine. “Think of me.”

He sensed my passion. Yet, I turned my head away. “What did you want to discuss?”

“Business can wait,” he said, his voice growing husky. His lips were so close to mine. “We cannot.”

He pressed his lips against my own. His hand gripped my breast. The other hand grasped the flesh of my large, wide hips. My defenses breached, I matched his vigor with my own. My worries melted away like snow in the winter sun. Only the passion I had for Patrice remained. I kissed back and sampled his bittersweet taste. I felt like a kitten lapping up buttermilk. We would break apart for a second to only attack each other with renewed intensity. The movie and all of its controversies seemed like they existed a lifetime ago.Sorry for the delay. Here's the second installment for Casting for Curves! Enjoy!Where to buy it?Amazon KindleBarnes and Noble NookSmashwordsHere's a coupon for Smashwords:Promotional price: $0.00 Coupon Code: ZL49B Expires: July 13, 2013

Friday, June 28, 2013

What is it about?Jane just wants to get through her first day of work as an air stewardess. She hopes to catch a glimpse of the sexy pilots in charge of the plane. However, she embarrasses herself in front of the flight's handsome captain. Thankfully, he and his copilot give her a chance to redeem herself by inviting her into the cockpit. She'll give them a First Class service they'll never forget.

Tired after a few rounds of turbulence, pilots David and Winston are looking to unwind. Jane finds that the pair is hungry for more than just food.

When Jane winds up in the cockpit with the two sexy pilots, it might be too hot for her to handle. She's going to throw away the manual when it comes down to these two guys. When the bumpy weather pushes the three closer together, Jane gives them a first class treatment that's not part of the flight plan. Will she be able to satisfy their desires? It's going to be a very long flight.EXPLICIT: This 6600 word story contains intense sexual intercourse, anal sex, oral sex, fingering, double penetration, and very hot group sex. It might be too intense for some audiences to handle!EXCERPT:

“We are heading into turbulence,” a woman announced. It was the same damn prerecorded message. “Please fasten your seatbelt.”“Don’t worry about it,” Winston said, loosening his grip on me. “I can tell when we are in for fifteen minutes of aerial discomfort. This is just a small patch.”As if on cue, the rumbling subsided. David didn’t stop holding me. I didn’t want to let go of the man’s arms. A piece of my hair fell across Winston’s neck. I felt blood rush to my head and hoped the same happened to the two men. I wanted the two of them right here and now. David seemed to be inhaling my body as if to absorb my very essence. We stood together for awhile before David and Winston broke off.“Are you alright?” asked David with concern in his voice. “Are you hurt?”“I guess I should be leaving,” I said, utterly astounded at the turn of events. I didn’t want to leave. I could feel the heat radiate from his chest. David gave a strange look to Winston and gestured toward the control panel. Winston looked straight at me with deep contemplation. “Thank you for catching me.”David continued to hold me. His voice got husky. “There’s no need to leave so soon. We’re hungry after all. I can tell that you’re hungry as well.”Oh, God. He knew. He saw right through me. Yes, I was hungry as hell. I wanted to eat both of them.Winston hit the intercom. “Please do not disturb us. We’ll be very busy for the next few minutes.”“There’s no need to leave so soon,” David said, stroking my hair. Winston returned and helped David encircle me. I placed my hand on Winston’s chest and pressed my breasts into David’s chest. He placed a finger under my chin and slowly lifted it. “I know how you feel about me. I know how you feel about Winston. Allow us to show you our piloting skills.”Giving into their seduction, I leaned forward to kiss David. My resistance faded away as his tongue probed and opened my mouth wider. Winston’s hands snaked across my back to cup my breasts. David’s hand trailed diagonally around my waist and down below to the swell of my buttocks. I returned the gesture by mirroring David’s pattern of movements.Winston took charge as he sat me down on a nearby table. David joined me by sitting on my other side. I felt like a girl on a park bench with two boys pining for me. Winston took my head and began an intense session of side-by-side kissing. As his face grated against my mouth, his tongue tangled with my own. His hands touched my breasts and squeezed the tips of my nipples. Feeling ignored, David broke me away and took me with his mouth. His large and warm lips collided with my moist and ripe lips.End ExcerptYou can find the book at the following retailers:Amazon (Kindle)Barnes and Noble (Nook) (Link Updated!)SmashwordsAdditional retailers will be added in the near future.Here a limited time coupon for a free copy at Smashwords:Promotional price: $0.00 Coupon Code: LT38W Expires: July 30, 2013I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading!

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

My next story is coming together well. I'm planning on releasing it later this week. You should be able to read it own Smashwords, Amazon Kindle, Banes and Noble Nook, and the iBookstore. I'm looking to expand into Kobo and All Romance eBooks for good measure. So keep an eye out.

Here's a small snippet to tie you over:

Feeling a familiar feeling of
abandon, I pushed David on his back and took him astride. I began to gently
suck his lower lip while grinding my crotch against his pelvis. Only the thin
fabric of his briefs separated us. Winston continued to pinch my nipples
through my blouse. David ran his hands up and down the silky stockings over my
thighs. He then gripped my thighs and gently put me on my back. We kissed each other
through the transition.

David began kissing my jaw line
while his hands unbuttoned my blouse with a deliberate slowness. Winston moved
to pepper my neck with soft kisses. With my shirt open, the David pinched the
erect nipples within my lacy brassiere. He trailed his mouth down my throat
until he reached my breasts. Winston squeezed one nipple with his fingers as
David gently bit down on the other nipple through the brassiere. I squirmed
underneath the two men as I felt a moist sensation between my legs. In my
ecstasy, I knocked over the trolley with my leg. Luckily, the wall prevented it
from spilling its contents.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

I'm overjoyed at the reaction I'm getting for Casting for Curves. Thank you so much for your support.

The next story is a little different from the last one. For one thing, it takes place thousands of feet in the air and star an air stewardess.

Here's a small sample:

“We are heading into turbulence,” a woman announced. It was the same prerecorded message. “Please fasten your seat belt.”“Don’t worry about it,” Winston said, loosening his grip on me. “It’s a small patch.”As if on cue, the rumbling subsided. David didn't stop holding me. I did want to let go of the man’s arms. A piece of my hair fell across Winston’s neck. I felt blood rush to my head and hoped the same happened to the two men. I wanted the two of them right here and now. David seemed to be inhaling my body as if to absorb my very essence. We stood together for awhile before David and Winston broke off.“Are you alright?” asked David with concern in his voice. “Are you hurt?”“I guess I should be leaving,” I said, utterly flabbergasted. I didn't want to leave. I could feel the heat radiate from his chest. David gave a strange look to Winston and gestured toward the control panel. Winston looked straight at me with deep contemplation. “Thank you for catching me.”David continued to hold me. His voice got husky. “There’s no need to leave so soon. We’re hungry after all.”Winston hit the intercom. “Please do not disturb us. We’ll be very busy for the next few minutes.”“There’s no need to leave so soon,” David said, stroking my hair. Winston returned and helped David encircle me. I placed my hand on Winston’s chest and pressed my breasts into David’s chest. He placed a finger under my chin and lifted it. “We still haven’t showed you our piloting skills.”Giving into their seduction, I leaned forward to kiss David. My resistance faded away as his tongue probed and opened my mouth wider. Winston’s hands snaked across my back to cup my breasts. David’s hand trailed diagonally around my waist and down below to the swell of my buttocks. I returned the gesture by mirroring David’s pattern of movements.Winston took charge as he sat me down on a nearby table. David joined my by sitting on my other side. I felt like a girl on a park bench with two boys pining for me. Winston took my head and began an intense session of side-by-side kissing. As his face grated against my mouth, his tongue tangled with my own. His hands touched my breasts. Feeling ignored, David broke me away and took me with his mouth. His large and warm lips contrasted with my moistness and ripeness.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Emily, an aspiring actress, doubts she will get the lead role for an upcoming film. She's just happy to just catch a glimpse of its sexy, maverick director, Patrice Deschamps. However, the infamous director may have other plans for the curvy beauty. Patrice is unhappy with the actresses he has seen. Ever the perfectionist, he's willing to look high and low for the lead actress for his new movie. But when Emily catches his eye, he's willing to give the novice actress a chance. The ill-tempered director's intense audition process blurs the line between acting and reality. Face to face with her idol, she'll have to give the performance of a lifetime in order to please the insatiable director. Will she be able please a man who demands nothing less than perfection?

Here's an excerpt:

“They’ll think you’re crazy,” I said. There was no way I could be an actress in this big of a production. “They’ll think you’re crazier than usual. Like this is some kind of trick or power play. Maybe you’re playing me.”

“They can think whatever they want,” Patrice said, sincerity in his voice. “I am here to make a good film. I give you my word that you will have my full support if you are what I think you are.”

Questions were popping up in my mind. “Why not go through your casting director?”

“He has his methods,” Patrice said, shrugging his shoulders. His eyes appeared to trail down my body from the curve my breasts to the swell of my buttocks. “He has given me nothing but garbage. People come with their prejudices and their processes become prejudiced. I’m looking for a woman who can act. Not an actress posing as a woman.”

“Well, if you think I have what it takes,” I said, hiding the giddiness in my voice and failing. “Then I’ll give it my best shot.”

“Good,” he said simply, pointing to a couch. “Now, stand over there.”

I followed his instructions. There was a spring to my step. My career was going somewhere. This was a dream come true.

“Now undress,” he commanded. I was slack-jawed at the command. “You heard me.”

I stared back at him. I had never been nude in front of the camera for a film. The demands of the role now became crystal clear to me. This was a Patrice Deschamps production after all.

“Miss Benson,” he began. “Are you or are you not an actress?”

I gave a nervous nod. “I am an actress.”

“Then act for me,” he said, impatience in his voice. He sat down on a nearby chair. “If you cannot undress in front of the director then how can you act with another actor? How will you act in front of the crew? How can you give it your all knowing that hundreds of thousands will see your nude body?”

His words sank in. This was an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A girl who had looks, money, and intelligence may not get an audience with Patrice Deschamps. I owed it to myself to not let this opportunity go. He didn’t care how I looked. So why should I? So I stripped in front of one of the most celebrated directors of our generation.

End Excerpt

This 4600 word story contains graphic and passionate sex you won't soon forget!

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Violette Springs is an erotic romance author. When she isn't busy playing pool, she's writing sizzling erotica and deep romances. If you love sultry yet grounded women and strong yet brooding men then you'll love what she has written. With gripping narratives and intense love scenes, you'll feel like you're right in the thick of things.